Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

their arcane game soon saw end in the form of damien's slumped body; astara slowed her prowling and eyed the adult in suspicion. surely whatever motion he made was also made in conniving spirit of the game -- astara was not so trusting as averna was in that moment and hung back with a feral glimmer in her gaze.

whether or not she understood damien's question was unknown: presently she was studying the tilted head of her sister, and occasionally stealing glances towards damien as if to suggest she was certain he was up to something.